Freebyrds - Poetry and Whiskey (Intro) | Текст песни

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I couldn't get your miningful eyes out of my mind and put them on the paper
My hand is shaking I only got used to deal with words
The egoist is shouting at me trying to get attention but
I'd rather listen to the rythmic industrial noises outside
Feeling nostalgic for schoolyears seems like bad cliche
I wanted to get it right but the only thing I got was your hair
I couldn't get your face out of my mind
I couldn't get your face on the paper

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